Arwen Undomiel Telcontar - Queen of Gondor (arwen_undomiel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-04-10 04:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, arwen, celeborn, elladan, galadriel, gandalf |
You got my note, I assume...
Who: Aragorn, Gandalf, Arwen, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elladan.
What: Elladan sacrifices his pipeweed for a good cause and Olorin arrives just in time!
When: Very shortly after the note, and the log where Gandalf returns to the city!
Where: Minas Tirith
Why: uh... I got nothing.
Aragorn: *fret*
Aragorn: *sneaks in when gally and celeborn aren't in to work healingness >.>*
Galadriel: *isn't leaving her side, nope*
Aragorn: *tries to come in anyway*
Galadriel: *eyes Celeborn*
Celeborn: *lets him in*
Aragorn: *wearing mask?*
Aragorn: How is she?
Galadriel: You got my note, I assume...
Aragorn: Aye, I did.
Arwen: *all curled up on the bed, with Ranger Bear and a cloak of his*
Aragorn: *eyes her like 'is there anything I can do?'*
Galadriel: *just shakes her head, but hands him the next dose from the bottle that she was going to give*
Galadriel: *goes to sit by Celeborn for a bit*
Aragorn: *slips over, pulling his mask up**pets Arwen's hair back, and offers her the dose*
Arwen: *sniffs it and groans* Not more... of that awful stuff... *then opens her eyes, and looks up at him* ... Meleth?
Aragorn: Aye, it's me. Please take it?
Arwen: *lets out a bit of a sigh, then does as she's told* *makes a face while drinking it*
Aragorn: *holds her nose!*
Galadriel: *gets back up, paces a bit, then brews some of her own tea that tastes slightly better as a follow up*
Aragorn: *strokes her hair again* You're doing wonderfully.
Arwen: *half-smiles, shuts her eyes* Le melon...
Aragorn: *shakily* Le melon. *Is never letting her outside again >.<*
Galadriel: *hands over a mug of the tea she brewed* Sometimes she manages to keep it down for a time, if she drinks this.
Aragorn: *helps Arwen drink that* You need to get better, so that Eldarion can see you again, hmm? *knows he won't be able to see his son for a day or two just in case. And will have to strip naked and burn this clothing XD*
Arwen: *nurses the tea, and tries to sit up, then groans and curls back up* you know... I think... I would take being with child again ... over this...
Gandalf: *enters!**takes in the situation, clucks his tongue, steal's Elladan's pipe, who'd been hanging around outside Arwen's room, adds some of Ilsa's roots and such to the weed, lights it up, and sticks it in Arwen's mouth* This is not a cure, but it is the same thing the River-woman has prepared, in dry, smokable form. I doubt it is a true cure, but perhaps it might help her fight the worst of the symptoms. *huums*
Gandalf: *tugs on his beard*
Galadriel: Olorin, you have certainly taken your time in getting here. *arches a brow at him*
Arwen: *COUGHS* *inhales* *COUGHS some more* *turns green* *... green turns into other unpleasant things*
Elladan: *watches from the doorway* ... Aiya, Arwen... if you are going to steal my pipeweed, at least smoke it right so that you do not throw up ... ... blood ... everywhere.
Gandalf: I was detained.
Aragorn: *instructs Arwen in proper smoking of pipes*
Arwen: *tries to listen, even though her lungs are burning and she feels like her insides are tearing themselves up*
Aragorn: *rubs her stomach as he teaches her!*
Galadriel: Detained.
Gandalf: Detained.
Galadriel: *eyes Olorin like ... she better have an explanation here. Even though he's a Maiar and she isn't*
Gandalf: *smiles at her and chews on the lip of his own pipe* In due time, my dear.
Elladan: ... So is my pipeweed going to cure her, or..? *watches, anxiously*
Elladan: *figures curing sister is a good sacrifice for pipeweed*
Gandalf: Not a cure, nay. But using special roots in with the pipeweed, we hope that enough is absorbed into the body before the smoke is exhaled, to help the sick fight this very virulent disease.
Elladan: *takes a step back from the room* Ah, well. .... As long as she is still alive and Elrohir doesn't have to kill me. *nods*
Gandalf: *chuckles*
Arwen: *does a bit better with the smoking on an empty stomach, all curled up against Aragorn* Stop... talking about me.. as if I am not here.
Galadriel: Do not stress yourself overly much, Undomiel... most of these people are leaving the room. *eyes them*
Aragorn: *is busy helping her?*
Gandalf: *holds up a hand* I was just dropping by. You can thank the River-woman for the roots.
Galadriel: *nods her head* I had already planned to thank her for the brew... which was working, when she could keep it in.
Galadriel: *eyes Elladan like WELL?*
Elladan: *holds his hands up* I was just leaving. *eyedarts, heads out*
Gandalf: *slips out, like mission accomplished*
Elladan: *eyes Gandalf* Think I could have some more of your fireworks?
Gandalf: Nay.
Gandalf: *chuckles and hobbles off*
Elladan: *mutters* *goes off to find Wulfred*
Aragorn: *pets the top of Arwen's hair, then stands* le melon. I should go.
Arwen: *gets a few more puffs in before she starts to go a bit limp, and shuts her eyes*
Aragorn: *smiles at her, nods at his grandparents in laws, then slips out*
Galadriel: *takes the pipe out of Arwen's hands before she burns someone with it, puts it out, then tucks Arwen in*
Arwen: *clings to Ranger Bear again*
Galadriel: *sinks into a chair next to Celeborn* *lets out a long sigh* Pipeweed, of all things.
Celeborn: It is better than no hope at all.
Galadriel: *catches his eyes* Aye, it is.
Galadriel: ... I merely wish I had thought of it myself, and sooner.
Celeborn: *smiles* Not even you can see all things
Galadriel: *closes her eyes, smirks* There was a time when it would be more disturbing a revelation than it is, now. ... I think I am getting old.
Celeborn: *chuckles, sits back and closes his own eyes* Yet still as stunning as ever.